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Walked into a Chapters store yesterday while celebrating Yetch's birthday. And what should I discover? The January/February issue of Rue Morgue magazine has hit the stores.

We quickly flipped to page 14 and there they were.

I laughed and said "I'm famous!", much to the confusion of fellow shoppers nearby. Ok, so I'm not really famous. I need a word that expresses kinda-sorta-famous-in-a-particular-way. I tried using "fermus" but I'm not sure it will catch on.

I snatched up three copies - one for me, one for a friend, and one for my mother if she can't find it at her local store - and happily carried them to the front cash. The woman behind the desk, as she was ringing them in, said - half stating, half asking - "you have...three of the same issue."

"Yes" I said. "I certainly do."

Now, of course, I just need to finish the next set of Plague Doctors. There are 12 in total at various stages of completion. I expect to have 4 ready by next week.

After a ridiculous set of dreams where I was causing problems in social situations, I woke up at 5:30 am this Saturday morning. I lay still for a while, waiting to see if perhaps it was just a sleep hiccup and if so I might still drift back to dreamland.

No dice.

But that's fine. I was tired of making scenes at important events anyway.

Besides, I had tasks I could accomplish. For example, the night before I had started to make Honey Preserved Clementines. After the initial cooking, you need to set them aside for 8 to 12 hours before putting them in jars. 5:30 was the 9 hour point. It all works out.

I've never made preserved anything before. I'll tell you in a week how it turns out.

Meanwhile, I'll be trying to finish the gaggle of Plague Doctors I've started over the last month. I think they're making Santa and Mrs. Claus a bit nervous. What do you think?

Even with her reptilian-like skin, Agatha is arguably the darling of all my little minions.

She's sweet and gentle. Agatha enjoys strolling along and enjoying the world as a quiet observer. She rarely speaks and never raises her voice. She melodically hums while bending to examine flowers, or while ogling fish in a pond, or just simply listening to the hush of the wind.

Her wide-eyes express the wonder she feels, and I think it also gives us a sense of her kind spirit.

At 7.5 inches, Blart the Demon towers over the other minions I've made. If his size wasn't intimidating enough, his grimacing face and brimstone skin will make onlookers a little uneasy in his presence.

I should warn you, he has a tendency to snap at approaching fingertips.

Harriet mumbles. Partly because she normally speaks with a light lisp, but mainly because she likes the sound of her words when they aren't coherent.

Her speech often deteriorates into gibberish, which leads to boisterous laughter on Harriet's part. She's so entertained by her own garbles and nonsense noises that she's prone to walk away in mid-conversation, chuckling to herself, completely unaware of the people she was chatting with.

There's a few little minions you never got to meet before they were taken home to a new family. Marjory is one of them.

Shy and self conscious, despite her mighty horns, Marjory spends most of her time unsure of herself, making her even more socially awkward.

While she hasn't the ability to discuss complex, philosophical ideas, she does knows the important things in life: how to make the perfect gooseberry pie; how to touch her nose with her tongue; three marshmallows are the exact number to make her hot cocoa delicious; be kind to others (and bring pie to social functions as an ice breaker...or an excuse to hover around the refreshment table and not have to talk to anyone).

One of the overdue tasks I've been neglecting is posting all the minions I've made to the gallery. I was hoping to have the new site up by now (ha ha ha), and was putting the project off until then so I didn't have more content to migrate.

ANYWAY, I couldn't remember if I ever shared with you a commission piece I made for friend and follower of this blog, Cooter. His wife asked me to make a pirate minion, and this is what I came up with.